Katie Webster

Nathan Miller

Lake Hutchin was a nice enough kind of town, leafy enough to attract the odd busload of tourists in the fall, but for the most part it wasn’t on anybody’s radar. Not close enough to any major hub to be convenient, but not isolated enough to feel secluded. Peter and I hadn’t even heard of it before he was offered his position at the new hydro-dam on the nearby Blackstone River. Aside from the burgeoning economic lull of the dam, there wasn’t much going on. But its pride was the lake, which was less of a circular pool of water, and more a meandering presence that wove around waterfront cafes and empty meadows.